Logs:Somewhere Warm
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| RL Date: 27 September, 2013 |
| Who: E'ten, Reesa, Suraieth |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: There's talk of exploring some of the uncharted land in Southern. |
| Where: Sunning Spot, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 1, Month 12, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: N'muir/Mentions |
| It's late afternoon, though the sun's still warm and bright for an autumn afternoon - particularly here, in the sunning spot. It's probably why Reesa's here in one of her summer dresses, with Khiabeth. The green's squirming, unable to keep still even as her rider's attempting to apply oil to her hide. "It won't go fast if you keep /moving/, Khiabeth," the blonde's muttering under her breath. It's the perfect afternoon for sunbathing, and yet, « Why does it itch more when it's sunny? » There's a sense of squirming irritation in the green's lightning tones, a shared sense of discomfort spread out across the Weyr. (To Fort dragons from Khiabeth) To Fort dragons, Suraieth's mental waters are placid, though Khiabeth's irritation sends out ripples hither, thither and yon. « Because the sun dries out your hide, » is her answer, prompt, and with a faint sense of exasperation, because, /really/. It's only logical. Logical? Such things don't apply to Khiabeth's thought processes: « But the sun feels so good! It can't be bad. » Underneath that sense of irritation is a flood of warmth from up on her high perch in the sunning spot. (To Fort dragons from Khiabeth) To Fort dragons, Suraieth, too, is enjoying the sun - though /she/ is stretched out upon her ledge to do so. « Herdbeasts and wherries taste good, » she points out, unable to keep a certain amount of superiority from infusing her tone. « But too much and it feels very good. We are only meant to have so much. » To Fort dragons, Khiabeth apparently doesn't subscribe to the theory of moderation: « You can never have too much sun. » A pause, « Or flying. » Beat, « Or sleeping. When you are little you sleep all the time and that's perfectly fine. » She doesn't remember any of that, of course. It is irrelevant, of course, that Suraieth is the younger and Khiabeth the elder; the larger of the two greens does not let such a fact get in the way of her truth. « That is simply not true, » she insists. « When you are tired, there has been too much flying. It is known. » (To Fort dragons from Suraieth) There's a bit of displaced air as Adiulth and E'ten wink out of Between, the former circling down to settle onto the ledge before the latter waves to both Ree and Khia with the beginnings of a grin. "We can hear her all the way across the bowl," E'ten remarks, voice amused as he dismounts with a careful step towards both. "Oiling? And she doesn't like it? I haven't heard that complaint lately." "She likes the oiling, she just can't sit still long enough-" Reesa begins to explain, while Khiabeth twists in order to watch Adiulth's arrival, turning away the part that her rider was attempting to oil. With a sigh, the blonde rests oily fingers on her hips, and her gaze transfers to the bronzerider. With something curious in her gaze, "Where have you two been? And looking so pleased with yourself. Not somewhere warm, I hope, or you'll give Khiabeth /ideas/." To Fort dragons, Khiabeth is silent a moment- maybe considering that, maybe distracted by Adiulth's arrival - who can say. « I have barely flown today and I feel sleepy in the sun. Maybe the sun /here/ is better than the sun /there/. » On her ledge. Never let it be said that Suraieth does not have her own reality, at times - but in this case, surely it really is logical! « It would not be the sunning spot if it did not have superior sun, » she concludes, after a moment's consideration. (To Fort dragons from Suraieth) The sound of a cheerful warble from Adiulth doesn't help the entire predicament. Not when it comes to Khiabeth, regarding the green pleasantly while E'ten merely laughs at the byplay accorded as a result. "We haven't been South for a few days, but today has been more or less to the Fortian areas. Making the rounds, as it were. It's probably not what you'd find interesting but.. we did find some places that you might enjoy. Both of you, for that matter." Khiabeth has never been that good at sitting still, even for things that benefit her, and once Adiulth is soundly on the ground she slinks closer, brushing past the bronze. Reesa's consternation is apparent, dropping the oiling paddle back into the pot as she straightens. "That /we/ might enjoy?" the greenrider asks, archly, that particular part of the conversation enough to earn E'ten intrigued look and an uplift of the corners of her mouth. "What do you think we'd enjoy?" "Somewhere warm," E'ten says after a few moments to consider the question. Meanwhile, Adiulth looks beside him with a long turn of his neck towards the green. Oil and all, causes the rider to remark, "He had a washing two days ago. And am I right? Though, we've always wanted to see how far south can be explored. Not that we can now." Not with them being wingsecond. The pleased smile from the greenrider suggests he guessed right, at least on the weather score. "Warm, around the Fort area? I'll believe it when I see it." There's perhaps a hint of disbelief on Reesa's part, but he's /trying/, and so she walks over to join E'ten in eyeing her dragon. "Who said you can't?" to that last. "Even N'muir goes on vacation. Just find someone willing to step in for you for a seven or two and go." Of course, that's easy for /her/ to say - the greenrider's prone to vanishing for days or two at a time when wing duties permit - or when swapping duties suit. Don't think E'ten hadn't noticed. The absences. The swapped duties. Not that it leaves him any less aware of the 'whys'. Or concerned, for that matter. "It's not that easy," he says, arm reaching out to settle comfortably about Reesa's waist should she get that close. "Finding someone is not the same as covering wing duties." Does nothing slip past him at all? "They say that it might get cold if you go south enough. Who knows? With the current situation at the Weyr, we might need to know where some of this untouched land is to boost our stores." "Isn't it?" Reesa plays the innocent, casually leaning into E'ten, glancing up at him as he puts an arm around her. "Think they can manage without you for long enough to indulge your need for exploration. Bet Adiulth would like the break, too. When was the last time you had a proper vacation?" Khiabeth completes another slinking circle around Adiulth before settling down, wings close to her body. "Cold- south? That doesn't sound right." "It doesn't but it's good to see if it really is true, isn't it?" With a squeeze of her waist gently, E'ten glances down before looking towards Khiabeth's settling beside or near enough that the bronze takes note. With a slight push forward, though his arm never fully leaves her side, he notes in a different tangent, "She might sit still for you with company present. And, it's been awhile since our last vacation. Didn't you know that N'muir had to tell me to go explore shortly after graduation when he tapped me into his wing?" "You'd have to fly for a long, long time. Longer than a sevenday. Maybe even an entire month. Think you could stand to be away from the Weyr for that long?" Reesa twists enough to peer up at E'ten, kind of bemused, for once undistracted by discussion of Khiabeth, though her gaze does slide towards the dragons briefly. "No- I didn't know. That was when I was still at the- before I arrived at the Weyr. That'd be... nearly four Turns?" Her brow wrinkles. "Four Turns since your last vacation?" E'ten considers, "Maybe I can divide up the trip so that Adiulth and I can return to our last spot without much loss of distance. Especially if I use my rest day to return and see what can be found in terms of useful goods." Vacation? He's mum about that and surprised that the talk of dragons hasn't drawn her attention yet. "Maybe some of the others who might have flown to the Southern continent might have a reference point to give us. To maybe stave off some of the challenge in covering what people already know and have seen. Maybe. I haven't yet decided whether or not to make it a project of my time off, when it happens. N'muir's only been back for a few sevendays. It's not fair to say that I want or need time off, after all that's happened." "Has anyone ever told you, you really do overthink things, E'ten?" Reesa asks, with a briefly amused shake of her head. "You're so stuck in the /planning/, you'll never get to the /doing/. You should just /go/." Speaking of, the blonde's going up onto tiptoes to press her lips against the bronzerider's cheek before she draws away and sashays towards Khiabeth: there's an arch look over her shoulder at him as she does so. The green's already stirring, moving to make room for her rider to climb aboard. "Well, there's nothing wrong with planning." If he attempts to look sheepish, E'ten fails on that score quite well as Ree steps forward with only the briefest of laughs from behind her. "I suppose that the rest of the day could be used in exploring.. not that I've made any /plans/," the latter word noted with an amused quirk of his lips. "For camping, which means that we can't stay overnight." Waiting a moment, he asks, "What about your oiling?" "Uh-huh," Reesa clearly does not subscribe to the planning camp of thought: she's already climbing up on Khiabeth's neckridges, settling in and looking down expectantly at E'ten. "/She/ likes the idea of exploring. It's distracted her enough from the idea of oiling that we ought to indulge her. Don't you think?" She might be slightly more patient, but Khiabeth isn't: the green drops off the ledge, hovering off the side to wait - though knowing the green, it won't be for long. |
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